We made it to Four. What a fuckin year.
The year of three was objectively better parent-wise than Two. Maybe thats because our kiddo is emotionally/socially a bit behind so our Three didn't feel like others...or maybe its prek. Honestly it was prek.
We are on the precipice of stability. Financially...no lol. But im kind of at a point where like its been 20 years of getting fucked money wise so im no longer gonna give a shit.
But kid wise...so close to taking a breath. I feel sad and excited about the liminality of this year. I know i did not, would not, love the baby era nor the toddler era. Not that i don't love wee children. I do. So sweet and soft and cute and lovely. But so so exhausting. So difficult. And everything you do is formative. Moving into kid era is closer to my strengths. Adrian was such a cute baby. Hes such a cute toddler. Hes been so smart. Hes so funny. And finding some mores for behavior that, up until a few months ago, was in murky territory (is this toddler stuff or ND stuff?) in the future is a weight thats been dragging me down for a while.
Four years ago right now we had a brand new baby (who's umbilical cord was about to fall off way earlier than they told us) and i was nothing but a ball of stress. Today im way more chill... probably because im medicated lol. But also bc we are almost *there*.
Almost to "go play outside" where I don't have to run after him. Almost to a full day of school. Almost to summers at grandparents houses.
This year we just finished was a huge leap already. Socially, verbally, emotionally hes a totally different kid! So the upcoming year feels a abuzz with potential knowing what we've already unearthed.
School year 2025-2026, year of 4...come thru!!!